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Nothing is timeless. Not the mysterious stars that forecasts the after Not the hundred year old cypress that harps of the ancient Not the innocent smiles on that fair young maid Not even the promises made yerterday. We trodded through the path of time, In the trimmings of heaven light and Returnless ghosts For even one chance to enter that door We mourn, we pray, and always repent We wear smiles that represent no one Maybe someday when we cross the bar, Some nightgale will sing, for we’ve learnt To find it singing. I hope I won’t be afraid. And the other day shall come. The sun will rise from the very end of the ocean, no matter. But time is no longer the time, as we lived, And we won’t even care. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.119.122.110
spacedunce5: 02/01 22:49
hecati:I like it, it's beautifully done. :) 02/02 01:50